Ode to a Broom

You always stand up tall, even while just leaning against the wall, ready when the moment calls to do nothing but help when the shit hits the wall, and never wasting precious energy distracted by fun or shiny things. To you, diligence working is satisfying.

Away with spiders and webs!

Brush up dander and dust.

Be GONE bugs, food, death!

Your destruction is the purpose.

No more crying over mucky shadows stuck tile after tile. The broom preps the surface smooth until I steam the ugly beautiful. I don’t know what I’d do without you…❤️

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